Love in the Shadows ~ Dean Portman x OC

Ch. 23: You're Safe

Pov: Morgan Tibbles, 8:12 pm, January 1st, 1995, Chicago, Illinois

I finally got my New Years kiss. Granted it was 18 hours later but I got it and it was perfect. I was right he was a great kisser. Like you wouldn't expect it but his lips are so soft. Like Egyptian Cotton soft.
"I really needed that" He says looking at me with those gorgeous eyes of his
"Me too"

We stare at each other finally happy then my Dean's eye flicker to the door and he perks up kinda like a dog "Hide"
"What?" Why do I have to hide?
"Into the closet, now!"
"Oh-ok" I get up and trot to the closet and close the door right as his bedroom door opens. A disheveled old man with a beer belly and a bottle stumbles into his room "Who the hell you got in here boy?!"
"No one"
"Bullshit I heard you talking"
"I was talking to myself"
"Don't you sass me"
"Sorry Sir"
"You're damn lucky you're crippled or I'da done it myself" He leaves and I'm horrified. Not at the interaction. That was expected of someone who looked like him. No, I was horrified at Dean. He was emotionless. Not an expression on his face to be found. He just looked... used to it. My heart broke imagining what he could've been through.

"You're safe" He says still looking at the door with the same expressionless face. I run and give him a hug and he doesn't react at first until I feel his arm around me. "Sorry about that. You should leave" Dean- still monotone -apologies
"No I can't leave you here. Not with him. Not in this house-"
"It's fine. Really I'm used to it. Plus it's not that bad he sleeps most of the day so I'm all good"
"Dean-"
"Morgan. Go. If he does wake up I don't want you here"
"But we were just-"
"I know. I'll call but you gotta leave. I'll see you again sometime ok?"
"Ok" I hugged him again and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. I got up and headed for the door. I open it and it's the man from before coming up the stairs. He notices me before I can get out of eyeshot

"Who the hell are you?!" He runs into Deans room and I'm pressed against the wall in terror.
Dean jumps up "Dad it's ok-"
"Zip it! Who the hell are you?!" He got closer and I started to feel tears
"I-" My voice faltered in fear
"Answer me goddamnit!!" He smashed his bottle on the edge of the bedside table and it shattered into a point. He held it less than a foot from my face
"Hey don't you dare!" Dean shoves his dad with his good hand
No words are exchanged. Dean's dad just hits him like he was a bug on his arm. Dean doesn't fall though. He looses his footing for a bit but he's still up. Meanwhile his Dad points the bottle back at me and gets even closer. At this point, Sam came in the room and I was slowly sliding towards the corner of the room, the dad following me with the sharp glass. I'm crying and Sam jumps the Dad and Dean puts himself in front of me, letting the glass knick his chest a bit.

His dad and his brother are now kinda wrestling on the floor and Sam's thankfully winning. Dean comes over to me and practically shoves me out the door. His hand is on my back as he gets down the stairs as fast as he can and pushes me out without a word. I'm still teary eyed and my heart is pounding. I call my dad, shaking either from fear or the cold.

"Hey honey"
"Dad can you come pick me up"
"Morgan what's wrong? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine I just- please come get me"
"Or course. Where are you?"
"On Saticoy St. I'm standing outside"
"Outside? Honey it's freezing can't you stand inside till I get there"
I hum a no and he tells me he'll be right there.

I sit on the front steps and I wait for my dad. I hear a loud pound on the door as if someone fell against it. I back up and run down the street to another house. I'm breathing heavy and my eyes are darting around like a madman.

God I hope Dean's ok...

After about 10 or so minutes, my dad finally gets there. I get into the limo and fall into his arms. He's gently stroking my hair and telling me it's ok as we head back towards the hotel.

The second I got back I called Dean, praying he was ok. It rang and rang and went to voicemail. I didn't want to leave a message on his house phone in case his dad found it so I just hung up. I called again and no answer. I called again with everything chilling thought of what could've happened to him flipping through my head. Until
"Hello?" It was a little girl. Probably the same one I saw on the couch. Oh that poor thing
"Hi can I talk to Dean?"
"Nope he just left"
"Do you know where he went"
"Nope. He just walked out in a hurry" At least he's walking
"Ok well when he gets back let him know I called"
"Ok and who are you?"
"Oh right um my name is Morgan"
"Oh. Ok bye"

I took a deep breath knowing he's at least alive. I lay awake that night hoping, praying, needing him to call.
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Pov: Dean Portman, 8:16 pm, January 1st, 1995, Chicago, Illinois
I shut the door on her and ran upstairs to catch dad as Sam threw him out of my room. He turned and started to hit me so I tried to push him off but I was in no condition or position to beat him. He was wailing on me, hitting my legs, my arm, anything he could get his drunk little hands on. Sam eventually got up and yanked Frank's feet, pulling him off me, Sam just went at it and I just caught my breath for a moment before holding Frank back by pressing down on his hands so he couldn't hit back. He got out of my grip eventually and grabbed Sam and chucked him out of the room. He stumbled back and ended up falling down the stairs all the way to the door. I lost it. With both hands I was beating on Frank wishing he wasn't such a crap ass father or at the very least a drunk one.

After 10 or so minutes, Frank on the floor knocked out, Sam is coming up from the stairs and breathing heavily, and Casey and Jacklyn were looking into my bedroom petrified at the scene. I ushered the girls to their room and closed the door. "You ok?"
"Yeah. I'll live. How's your chick?"

Morgan. Frank was down and Sam and I were bleeding but nothing life threatening and I'd completely forgotten about Morgan. I raced down the stairs with adrenaline cushioning my steps and rushed my way outside to see nothing. We didn't have any street lights and it was pitch black outside other than dim window lighting.
"Morgan!" I called out into the darkness. Shit "Morgan!" I called again walking out into the street. I didn't have any shoes on but I didn't care. I ran up and down the street, my cries of her name getting louder and more desperate.

"SHIT" I kick some snow on the sidewalk and stumble back home feeling needles with every step as the rush subsides.

God I hope Morgan's ok...

I get back inside and collapse on the couch and Jackie meets me there. "Morgan called"
I sit up, feeling that rush again, "Whatd she say?! Is she ok?"
"Didn't say. She asked for you but you weren't here"
"You didn't take a message?!"
"No"
"Dammit" I hobble to the phone and go to dial the number but the line is dead. Probably from the weather
"SHIT!"

W/C: 1373
Sorry this is late lol i was busy